Jenna

I cleared my throat as I walked down the empty halls. I could hear faint sobs coming from up ahead and my thoughts drifted to the woman in white. I chuckled to myself but when I came across Jenna hunched over with her black hair falling onto her face I stopped. “You, okay?” I asked her and she jumped. She slowly turned her head towards me and began sobbing again. “I- no, I’m not.” she hiccupped, and I sat beside her before rubbing her back gently. “You do remember what I told you, right?”

“Y-yeah.” She choked out and looked at me with wet eyes. I sighed. “I told you that you wouldn’t remember a single detail about the training. You did well. You gave it your best shot.” I told her staring directly into her dark brown eyes. She stared back at me with a slightly vacant look. I furrowed my brow.

“What?” I asked. “I’m not crying because of the training.” She spoke and I frowned. “So, what are you crying about?” I asked. “You.” she whispered. “Jenna what?” I asked confused. I’m her coach. Not some best friend of hers that she fell in love with. She’s a beautiful woman really. Her black hair compliments her toned skin well. And her dark brown eyes and pink plump lips. She’s quite skinny though. I need a girl who I can't break easily.

“I’m crying because you’re fucking that girl.” She whispered pulling her arms out from behind her back. I stared at her stunned. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked frowning. “Jonas...I saw you and that girl. In your room the other day.” She spoke looking down. “You wouldn’t have got your feelings hurt if you didn’t look into my room Jenna. And the academy didn’t say I couldn’t fuck females last time I checked. And what made you think that me and that girl was something serious?” I asked her. She gulped. “You’re giving me mixed signals and I hate it.” She whispered. Before I could say anything, her lips crashed onto mine. “Jenna.” I spoke pulling her away. “You’re not thinking right.” I spoke. “But I love you!” She spoke and that’s all it took for me to kiss her again.

A month ago:

Jenna:

“Heard we were getting a new coach.” I tell my best friend Henry. “Yeah. Coach Jonas.” He states. “Wait. Dark brown hair, black eyes, toned skin, that guy?” I ask. “Yep.” He speaks. He’s really hot. He’s tall, with some stubbled chin hairs, and very muscular. I think I’d die if I saw him in real life. Just as we stand up to fight, the coach comes in. And sure, enough it’s Jonas. “Fighting stance.” He orders. “Begin.” he speaks and me and Henry begin fighting. I wait for an opening before I kick his side and flip him to the ground. “You’re good Jenna.” He states. “I know I am. Thank you!” I speak smiling as I help him up. We continue fighting but I can feel someone’s eyes on me. I flip Henry over again and he sighs. “Too good for me.” He states and I shake my head. This time I let him flip me over. “Not so bad.” I tell him and he rolls his eyes before letting me up. “You let me win.” He speaks and I shake my head. “I didn’t. Really.” I lie. “Jenna.” Coach Jonas speaks and I turn around. “Yes?” I ask nervously. “Pair with someone else. Pair with....Jackson.” He speaks. The guy with Jackson goes to Henry while I go with Jackson. We continue to fight and I manage to flip Jackson over too. I try to help him up but he scowls. “Don’t need a woman’s help.” He states and I shrug. “Fuck you too.” I mumble. The fight goes on for a while. I manage to flip Jackson over several times. After the fights are over I sit down next to Henry, satisfied with my victory. “You’re pretty good.” He says to me and I laugh. “Thanks.” I reply. “And you?” “I could kick some ass if I had the chance.” He says to me. “You did have the chance.” I point out. “You just failed miserably.” “I didn’t fail.” He protests. “If you would have gotten up to do your ‘thing’, you would have won.” I say nudging him and he rolls his eyes. “I don’t need to do my ‘thing’ to win. I win if I actually tried.” He says. “What’s the point of being here if you don’t try?” I ask. “It’s fun.” He points out and I nod. “Yes.” I say and stand up. “I’m going to use the restroom.” I speak and walk out of the room. I walk down the halls trying to find the bathrooms. I see Coach Jonas with a woman talking and I stare for a while before still trying to find the bathrooms. When I wrap my hand around a room to check another hand flips over my own. “Staring is rude.” Coach Jonas’s deep voice rings in my ear and my breathing quickens. “I- I’m sorry sir.” I state and he shakes his head. “Where are you looking for.” He speaks. “B- bathroom.” I stutter. “Come on.” He mumbles and I quickly follow after him. “There are actually two of these places so we split up.” He mutters and points to the right and left. “Take this one.” He says pointing to a room. I walk into it and see that there are two sinks and five stalls. I go into one do my business before washing my hands and walking outside. I find my way back to the room and Henry is waiting for me. “Took you long enough.” He speaks. “I got lost.” I spoke. “Who helped?” He asks. “Coach.” I say and he smirks. “Coachy?” He asks nudging me and I roll my eyes. “Okay he may look like a god but I... don’t like him.” I speak. “I think you’re just jealous.” He says grinning. “Jealous of what?” I ask him. “That man is intimidating. Jealous of all the girls who look at him.” He speaks. “He’s also our coach.” I counter. “That doesn’t make him any less intimidating and good looking. Look at him.” He speaks pointing and I turn to see where his finger is pointing. Coach is sitting in the chair in the corner in a dark corner of the room. His arms are folded in front of him. He looks completely intimidating and I get a chill up my spine. “I don’t want to talk to him.” I speak. “Coaches don’t know what’s best for me.” I say and he opens his mouth to speak but Coach Jonas speaks first. “Yes, they do.” He speaks. I turn to see him towering over me. “They don't” I speak as he maintains eye contact that I can no longer handle.